My cat is fourteen years old and she still plays with my shoelaces. I don’t think she is going to grow out of it.
It was sixty degrees here today so I went up on the roof with the brown caulk and plugged the holes that the wood peckers made in our fascia board. I do this every year. I love hearing woodpeckers in the woods and trying to spot them. I love watching them slam their head into a tree so I can’t complain about them. I wonder whether they just peck away in an exploratory fashion or do they suspect we have some tasty bugs behind the fascia.
My father bought a Milky Way from the vending machine outside our painting class last night. He split it with his pocket knife and when he bit into his half he pulled out a temporary cap. We both picked up some bad teeth genes and you’d think we’d know enough to stay away from carmel. Our painting teacher stated the obvious. I overheard him telling another painter that he will never tell us what to do. He only points out the problems. If he told us what to do it would take all the fun out of it and we wouldn’t learn anything.
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